Once arriving braccio walks up to the assasin "hello their I am braccio im a vallhallan ice warrior its a pleasure to meet you" braccio smiles
The massive Astartes attempted to pressure the arm of the Chaplain harder. "It seems there is no other option." He replied smiling as well. "Though I must say.... I would have imagined you being taller."
"At ease soldier," Commissar replied, his tone graven like his face. He gave her one of the last two remaining dataslates, glad that this guardsman (and matter of fact both who arrived today) wasn't some undisciplined trash. Those who acted like that around here got shot. "In there you got location of your room, training area and so on. I expect you to keep up with the discipline, remember - this is not Imperial Guard anymore. Any disobedience is cut in its root. Once we make the jump, be ready for the briefing. The Emperor Protects." "I like your determination Stainar," the Chaplain responded, not even flinching. "Good. This means I've chosen well," he grinned as well, his deadly fangs staring back at the Wolf.
"well i thought the two of you meeting would be a bit violent" as he spoke philitites cheaked his wrist mounted stormbolters ammo feed "so how many requits have been called for this, at best as our mutual freind said possible suicide mission"
"Possible, but highly unlikely," Marmaroth replied, "Or at least that's what I'm thinking. Although it depends...The threat is great, which is why I needed your assistance and yet...it hides its presence well. In any event, you will all know more once we are done with the briefing."
Kira nods as she takes her data-slate. She salutes once more and walks away towards her quarters. She really seem disciplined. Her black boots clapping against the metal floor. Her dark eyes scanning around her before sliding Down to check the day-slate while she is moving
The pressure did not lessen, but remained. It was impressive.... Or stupid. Either way, Steinar would get to the bottom of this. Given that there was no word anymore aimed at the Chaplain, he turned to the other man. "So what is your legacy?" Steinar Greywold, cousin of the Orkbane inquired.
"well if i told you id have to either kill you or wipe your memory clean" as he spoke he then motioned as his two servitors brought two blades to him "all il say is i hunt daemons"
"A lapdog of the Ordo Malleus?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Either way. Good luck trying killing me or wiping my memory clean. And if you are too tainted, I am not afraid to put you down." Steinar Greywold grinned with a challenging expression on his face. The Blood Claw liked good rivalry, after all that is what he had with Thain, always clashing bouts to see who is the better fighter! It was obvious that Steinar never won a fight, given that he still was a Blood Claw whereas his cousin made it quite quick to the Skyclaws.
OOC: SKIIIIRRT. Daemons don't exist buddy. There just crap they told people in story's and the people who have seen them are hush hush about it. Remember char wise daemons are just myths. There is no WH40k Wiki for the Imperial citizens of the events that take place. Of course you could still keep what you said, but I warn you there are higher powers that eliminate whole planets for Daemon talk.
